The first person I spoke to in Liverpool was the clerk checking my passport at Liverpool John Lennon Airport. He said "thank you very mooch," and he sounded so much like Ringo Starr I thought he was putting me on. There was something else in his voice, sincerity.

Louis Van Gaal got United to click again this week, and he did so in this most logical manner; he finally displayed some consistency in his team selection, not letting his preference in tactics or availability from injury or suspension dictate his squad.

At the half-hour mark, Manchester United's attack looked tense and toothless, their passing remaining bogged down in the midfield and even their set pieces not producing shots, let alone shots on target.

Regardless of your feelings about his playing style, Suarez will be remembered not for the 31 goals he scored in 33 Premier League games last season, but for his maddening penchant for biting opponents. I think we can all agree that's a shame.

Successive derby disasters against Chelsea and Arsenal, a stirring comeback against Southampton, and another soul-crushing loss to Liverpool have confirmed how manager Tim Sherwood will be remembered for (what will surely be) his brief tenure at the helm.

This article isn't to recount the story of the tragedy and the 23-year history of cover-up -- which is very ably documented elsewhere on the internet. But to flag the names of some of the most loathsome people in this dreadful saga. And to call for them to be belatedly held to account.